"Pretty much all the time," she answers with a smirk, but she leans into the second kiss, too, and tries not to think about why she's a smart ass. It's kept her safe for this long and she can't imagine it's going to change any time soon.

She likes Steve. She doesn't want to, but she does, and that makes her nervous no matter how much she likes him or likes kissing him. No one is reliable, not really, and she has no way of knowing whether or not he'll just turn around and decide she's far too young tomorrow.

But that's a worry for tomorrow.

Instead of worrying, she takes her putter, turns and takes her shot. It doesn't go in, but he's right, she's still won even with taking two strokes on this hole and once it's complete she turns back to him with a smug grin.